Vesile takes out a stiff drink, and pours herself a shot.
"For the past four years, we have been trapped in this city, and in this siege." She says as she downs her drink. "Trapped under a dome of grey mist, one that not even the sun can pierce. Every night the Karnathi Necromancers send wave after wave of the undead against us. Every day, the Queen sends her minions out to gather resources and people to put on the wall. At first, it was just soldiers and Forged, but soon their numbers started dwindling."
"The Queen tasked the Dragonmarked houses to make up the difference, and they did, by kidnapping the people and twisting them in inhumane experiments. House Vadalis infects people with lycanthropy, or mutates them into other monsters. House Cannith has been chopping people up, and splicing them with the dead Forged found out on the battlefields. Not even the gods know what goes into this slop!" She points at the gruel.
"We tried to get out so many times." The words choke her and her eyes become wet "So many people lost, and nobody outside would answer any messages..."
"Rumors about the rest of the world being dead started around the end of the first year." The man solemnly continues for for the Hobgoblin. "After three years, more people believed them to be truer than not."
"We are members of the Unbroken. We oppose Queen Dannel, because we believe she has gone mad with grief over her dead country." He elaborates. "Many have. I couldn't tell you the number of days I spent at the bottom of a bottle because of it. Unfortunately, the Queen isn't taking a day off to grieve. She is still in power, and has become as big a threat as the Karnathi outside."
"Your arrival might just be the wildcard we need to start turning things around." There is a hint of hope, and a bit of pleading in that last sentence.